Paged colossal
Formal and awful
You’re beckoning my pulse
My window slips an outside sight
Drawn by dawn’s jacinth light
Hunh winced blush
Your perfect pout touch
My blur resonates drive
I thrust into your alive
Meshing loves twirl embers white
Pulsed entrée
Our frozen slipstream
Lips quiver opt
Your guard sullen dropped
Until the whiplashed stopped
Barred like menagerie
Nutation summoning
Hearth supple touch
Glinted shadows clutch
Into lovers coming
Embroidered with such
Presaged or bode
Her sex her ode
Sets awe into the world
A polished dawn orange curl
Whose spirals reap cold
Bent in sweat allure

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